Goad’s bleak, psychopathic journey to nowhere.
Part autobiography, part prison memoir, ‘Shit Magnet’ is Jim Goad raw, a piercing, testosterone-fueled journey into the mind of an anti-social sociopath. His writing is at turns brilliant and childishly sarcastic, but never boring. If you envision an angry teenage boy from an abusive home who never mellowed but instead grew angrier with age, Goad is that but with a gift for the written word he uses to browbeat the reader into submission. Goad’s social commentary is incredibly astute and savagely sarcastic, he proclaims an admiration for H.L. Mencken and the influence is unmistakable.
Who the hell is Jim Goad? The 90’s produced a pop culture underbelly that was inherently nihilistic, brimming with anger and self-loathing. The oft-ignored children of hippies consumed industrial music, grunge music, ultraviolent films like True Romance and Natural Born Killers and their literary cousins, the ‘Zines'; underground magazines with small print runs and cult followings. Jim & Debbie Goad’s ‘Answer Me!’ was undoubtedly the highest evolution of the Zine art form, angry and designed to shock adults and appeal to a new generation of readers. Jim’s savage social critique and psychopathic views published in Answer Me! produce legal controversy (an obscenity case against a magazine shop). Goad also recounts the triple suicide of some young, British neo-nazi fans, which he describes with his own darkly descriptive flare. As life stories go, it’s an impossibly ugly autobiography that omits any sunlight from Jim’s past; it’s all bad, all gloom. After all, we can’t have anyone thinking that a mind this dangerous had any happy moments (especially growing up), can we? That would be boring and actually humanize the author, there’s clearly an image of invincibility to project here.
Goad displays simmering contempt for his late wife Debbie, repeatedly describing how “stupid" and self loathing he found her to be, the ten separate occasions he hit her are recounted with a calculating, matter-of-fact tone that shows limited remorse. Jim begins an affair with a younger, deranged fan and fellow Zine writer named Anne. The affair continues as Debbie is diagnosed with cancer and for this affair Goad demonstrates genuine regret. But the humanization is short-lived and it’s back to Jim Goad vs. society and all of their fake bullshit. Despite several violent arguments with Anne including a restraining order which Goad files against her, Goad continues to see the woman. Like Icarus flying closer and closer to the sun, Goad pushes this toxic cycle too far. He uses Anne for sex one time too many and once again they fight, but this time Jim snaps and takes her on a violent ride, beating her to a bloody pulp in the process. Recounting this violent episode, Goad shows zero remorse and instead writes with an energized zeal about finally giving Anne back the violence she delivered to him sevenfold. Of course, Ann calls the police and Jim is incarcerated for two years.
Goad’s prison stretch produces remarkable writing, I liken it to pouring jet fuel on a raging bonfire. He describes his environment with a visceral bitterness that recalls Solzhenitsyn in the gulag, of course without the 'triumph of the human spirit’ part. Goad ends his prison sentence claiming that the experience traumatizes the convict and makes men into animals or institutionalized dependents, however he offers nothing as an alternative for felons which allows his bitterness to outshine what could have been a constructive critique of the prison system. It’s also worth noting that this supposedly counterproductive imprisonment has the desired effect, Jim Goad hasn’t beaten a woman since(?). Which brings us to the modern day. These days Jim Goad writes a regular column for Taki Mag as well as books, he also survived his own bout with cancer, and more importantly, became a father. In recent interviews, Goad has actually talked-up his late wife’s contribution to ‘Answer Me !’ and taken much more accountability for his actions on that fateful day with Anne.
I can’t help but wonder if ‘Shit Magnet’ wasn't ultimately a cathartic enema for his rageful, burning mind?